In the Americas, where there were no horses, a cavalry appeared, just like an elephant soldier suddenly appeared on the battlefield of the ancient Central Plains, and the shock was very strong. After starting from Saba and entering the central plateau, the villages of the Torotan and Chichimeka gradually increased, and most of the people saw Hong Tao's cavalry, and fled without firing, and a few of them with more courage became the target of Swan's marksmanship. One shot at a time, no bullets are wasted, and it is basically not Hong Tao's turn to shoot. Hong Tao didn't rob him either, killing people was fun and honor for Swan, but it was a psychological burden for himself, especially shooting face-to-face, it was too bloody.

Even if you run away, you can't escape the pursuit behind. There is no rainforest to hide into, and unless it is a particularly steep mountain, the Indians who drag their families cannot outrun the speed of their horses. Most of them were captured, and they were taken to a random village to be guarded by soldiers, and when they had enough people, they were sent back to Saba.

The Anahuac Valley, later known as the Valley of Mexico, is one of the richest areas in the central Mexican highlands. This plateau is surrounded on all sides by the Sierra Madre, with only a large gap in the north. It is said to be called the valley, but in fact, its lowest place is higher than many mountains, with an average altitude of more than 2,000 meters, which is about the same as the height of Yunnan, China, and is regarded as a plateau area.

The climate here is also similar to Yunnan, it is not too hot or too cold all year round, especially it is surrounded by mountains of four or five thousand meters, and the external climate basically does not affect its internal microclimate. Unlike Yunnan, the Anahuac Valley does not have a river that leads to the outside, nor does it flow in from the outside, but there is no shortage of water inside the valley. The melting snow from the mountains on all sides has created many lakes and rivers in the valley, and the volcanic eruptions here have created the land, which is not fertile.

By the time the Spaniards arrived at the beginning of the 16th century, the valley had a population of almost one million.

When Hong Tao arrived here, it was still the middle of the thirteenth century, and the population could not be counted, but there were quite a few anyway, as can be seen from the number of samurai on the hillside.

They wore colorful feathers and painted different paints on their bodies, and stood in a dense space for a long time, not ten thousand, but eight thousand. According to the Indian tradition, if one samurai is produced in a family, at least tens of thousands of people live here, maybe more. Because this mesa is only the northern entrance to the Anavac Valley, and it is still a few dozen kilometers away from the city of Tula.

"It would be nice if there were cannons, if one shot goes down, it is estimated that even the cannonballs will be blocked by them." Swanke had caught up in a decent battle, and he was so excited that he flew off his horse as he watched the enemies spread all over the hills. The horse is an animal that can feel the emotions of its owner, and Swan is excited, and he is also excited, snorting and scraping the ground, although he does not know why his owner is so happy.

Hong Tao stretched out his hand and grabbed the reins of Swan's horse, for fear that he would rush out in excitement, in that case, there would be a river of blood here today, not only the blood of the Indians, but also his own people. Fighting a war is an art, I don't know who said it, but it makes a lot of sense. Competing with each other in terms of weapons, bravery, discipline, and numbers are all things outside of art, and a person who is not small in courage and stupid in his brain will. But to make war a kind of art, to mix human nature, psychology, environment, culture and many other factors together to play, that is a high-end goods. Hong Tao plans to try to see if he is advanced enough, but he has to prepare some props first.

"I'm afraid I'm going to spoil you again this time, Laputa, bring things up, and assemble them now!" After hearing Hong Tao's order, a dozen missionaries immediately dismounted and took out from their own pack caravans a lot of long white linen wrapped baggage.

These packages seemed to weigh a lot, and several people lifted one with great difficulty, staggered to the front of the team, and began to open the packages under the noses of the soldiers opposite, splicing together one after another calf-thick cylinders. In groups of three, they were assembled into a whole nearly four meters long, and some wooden strips were bolted together to form several brackets with a large slope, and then the assembled cylinders were placed diagonally on the brackets.

"What are you doing here? Isn't this the device that Joseph brought you to measure the mountains? What the hell are they? Swandu was dumbfounded, not knowing what new things Hong Tao had brought again.

"Quiet...... You see, the enemies on the other side are more patient than you. This is not a device for measuring alpine mountains, Joseph lied to you, as for why he lied to you, it is estimated that the idea was made by Bush, he was afraid that you would be too curious, so he opened it himself halfway through to see. This kind of guy is called a rocket in my hometown, and the mountains are too short for it, and it measures the height of the sun, moon, and stars. Okay, let our men go back fifty meters, all dismount and hide behind the horses, and after a while you will know whether the enemy on the other side really believes in the sun god or not. Hong Tao smiled very brightly, as if he was not here to fight, but to perform magic tricks to the audience in a huge stadium. Magic and big flickering are the same master, all of them are deceitful, but one uses props and the other uses mouths. Now Hong Tao wants to combine the two techniques and make a magic trick.

The Sun Legion slowly retreated, causing a tsunami-like roar from the opposite camp. The Indians also maintained a very primitive fighting style, which was preceded by a sacrifice and blessing, and then the best warriors of each tribe showed off their strong bodies and excellent fighting skills to demoralize the enemy. Once all this set of preparations is completed, it is time for the real war. But before the samurai began to show it, the enemy retreated, and everyone was naturally happy, and the soldiers who surrendered without a fight were not only liked by the Chinese, but also by people all over the world.

"Ignition!" Hong Tao prefers that he brought out his secret weapon in order to achieve the goal of surrendering without a fight. The tens of thousands of people on the other side are all good laborers, and they may also be their own future people. Killing thousands of people at once not only deprived of labor and subjects, but also easily caused plague.

With Hong Tao's order, several missionaries gathered together to light the torches in their hands, and then walked behind a large cylinder, picked up a coil of rope at the end of the cylinder, stretched it a few meters away, and used the torches to move up. Seeing white smoke coming out of the rope, he turned around and ran back, and at that speed, he was the holder of the 100-meter world record.

"You're a big firework!" Swan somewhat understood that there was an export commodity in Jinhe City, which was very popular with the Great Song Dynasty and surrounding countries, and that was fireworks. These things that were conceived by Hong Tao, after being filled with gunpowder with different formulas in small bamboo tubes, can fly high, and can also explode in the air with a huge sound. However, the largest fireworks in Jinhe City are only the thickness of a rolling pin, but they are only two feet long, and now these big guys Swann never even thought that fireworks could be made so big.

"Huh...... Before he could finish speaking, the first big cylinder spewed out a puff ......of white smoke, blowing up all the small stones on the ground, and after a short stop, it sprang out of the wooden frame with a whistling sound, and flew into the sky with a whirl, drawing a strange line in the sky with a white trail.

Almost at the same time, several other large cylinders also rose into the air, and their trajectories were not quite the same, some of them drew a very regular arc, and some of them were like headless flies, scurrying all over the sky.

"Fortunately, he didn't turn around and fly back, and Bush's craftsmanship is really good. If you can add the tail fin, it is estimated that it will not fly around, and it is not enough to rely on the spiral spoiler ring. Hong Tao seemed to have expected this scene a long time ago, and did not shrink his head and be suspicious like most Indians, but covered the sunset with a big straw hat, and looked up to comment on the flight posture of those big cylinders.

"But......" Swann didn't understand why such huge fireworks were set off before the battle, could it be that it took more than half a month to bring these big guys from Sun City just to show the Indians?

"Boom...... Bouncing ...... Boom ......" Before he could say this, a loud bang suddenly sounded in the sky, like a muffled thunder at the beginning of the rainy season. Since this place is surrounded by mountains on all sides, and there is a flat and vast flat land in the middle, the sound waves are reflected back by the solid mountains and sound not a muffled thunder, but a patch. When several large cylinders exploded with it, the sky over the battlefield became a sea of muffled thunder, with muffled sounds in all directions, endless, and the momentum was very shocking.

"Holy!" If the sound shock alone is over, there are even more shocking things in the sky, even Swan was shocked, and he couldn't help but bring out Hong Tao's spoken words.

At this time, the sky has been divided by countless white trails, and at the end of these trails, there are several bright large fireballs. The color of the fireball is still very weird, the purple one is like the sky has been blown up, and the blood of the sky flows out of it; The orange one makes the sunset shine more and more gorgeous; The green color is comparable to that of an emerald, with dots of white sparkle in the middle; The most dazzling thing is a cloud of white light, as white as the midday sun, if it is not for more than half of the sunset still hanging on the top of the mountain, there is no problem with treating it as the sun.

Although these flashes of light only shone in the sky for a few seconds, when they dimmed, the whole valley was darkened, which set off the effect just now. There was silence at both ends of the battlefield, no more prayers from the high priest and no exclamations from the crowd. Most of the people craned their necks, staring blankly at the white marks in the sky, wondering if a god had been summoned to earth.

(To be continued.) )